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In the digital l-and We l-ive in Mistakenly automatic One pointing at a chest of tools Eyes on i No soul can tell a part a weakling metal Robots robbing robbers rich T-error terrifying t-errorists Artist gods and goddesses Sharing platform to unleashed gifts Mint hue bubbles squeak Fizzy dizzy violet haze World head to toes spins Any day it spins coins in change A quiet girl is sinister Siren of mystery or future Robot is your mirror Peach chin with teeth filter No innocence and glitter litter Guilty until proven the latter A quiet girl a terrorist Error mouths terror twist Terrorist from the orient They hide in between every end Disguises they cover in Racist as problem solving Smile girl watch A fake smile and eyes Skin of steel so is her Heart made alloy How it blazes to the touch when heated Oh it bites fingertips as it's cold Hair resting on the curve of her spine A woman's hair only breaks if it tries to grow What she said Tell me if you can tell us a part Warning tears borne from her crooked eyes Robot and soul Terrorists from t-errorists No soul knows either Tattoos or memory shall identify you
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May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 4:21 AM UTC
Terror in a puzzle piece
In the digital l-and We l-ive in Mistakenly automatic One pointing at a chest of tools Eyes on i No soul can tell a part a weakling metal Robots robbing robbers rich T-error terrifying t-errorists Artist gods and goddesses Sharing platform to unleashed gifts Mint hue bubbles squeak Fizzy dizzy violet haze World head to toes spins Any day it spins coins in change A quiet girl is sinister Siren of mystery or future Robot is your mirror Peach chin with teeth filter No innocence and glitter litter Guilty until proven the latter A quiet girl a terrorist Error mouths terror twist Terrorist from the orient They hide in between every end Disguises they cover in Racist as problem solving Smile girl watch A fake smile and eyes Skin of steel so is her Heart made alloy How it blazes to the touch when heated Oh it bites fingertips as it's cold Hair resting on the curve of her spine A woman's hair only breaks if it tries to grow What she said Tell me if you can tell us a part Warning tears borne from her crooked eyes Robot and soul Terrorists from t-errorists No soul knows either Tattoos or memory shall identify you
© Teri Darlene Basallote Yeo
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DarjeelingT
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May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 4:21 AM UTC
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